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Put my dog down today.

Mar 3, 2004 4:20AM PST

Bruiser was 12 years old, and was a good dog. Miss him already.

Don't know why I'm telling y'all this. Just depressed, I guess.

Sad
Cindi

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You will always miss him....
Mar 4, 2004 9:54AM PST

but it gets easier as time goes by. I lost my bestest buddy a little over a year ago and it was tough as hell. I got was in a state of depression there for a couple of weeks and didn't realize it. Sad

Hang in there.

mojo

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Getting Attached...
Mar 4, 2004 4:21PM PST

Tonight, I finally found a home for a stray that I found a little over 5 weeks ago. I ONLY HAD HIM 5 WEEKS. But I'm feeling a bit sad. I still have my dog, but it doesn't take long to get attached to these loving creatures...

I lost one of my best friends in Boise, Idaho. I still think about Coco even after 19 years. I think I can sort of relate to what you're going through Cindi. I hope you remember all the good times you two shared and quickly recover from your loss...

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Re:just a few thoughts Cindi
Mar 4, 2004 7:19PM PST

when the time comes to say goodbye old friend, you ruffle his fur and hug him close...open the door and call his name, walk into the yard with a heavy heart open the car door and help him in...the slow drive to the vet, your best friend beside you, not too sure of the where or why, but trusting you as he has done a thousand times before...
the vet says "don't worry, he won't feel a thing" (and deep inside a voice says "but will i? do you have something for the lump in my chest?) a small needle disappears under the thick black fur, a small shudder and your friend looks at you as if to say "hey! you brought me here for this?"
you stroke him, say "i'm sorry" and tears roll down your cheeks as he falls asleep...

his pain ends as yours begins....

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That's exactly it, Jonah. :*((
Mar 5, 2004 1:36AM PST

What was thoughtful was that the vet sent a condolence card in the mail today. I thought that was nice of them.

Cindi

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(NT) Tears rolling again remembering ... Good others share same but still :(
Mar 5, 2004 2:12AM PST

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Me too Evie, but I still carry guilt and a sad heart.
Mar 5, 2004 6:20AM PST

My Buffy, a cockapoo who you'd swear had no poodle whatsoever in her, from a young puppy on, had epileptic seizures. She was put on med's for it, which no vet ever explained would cause liver damage. Her tummy swelled so large she could barely walk. She was brought in for a biopsy and within days, she stopped eating and was very very sick. She died in my arms before I ever received the results of that biopsy, but I was lucky enough to have her for 11 years.
I guess none of us will ever forget them, will we?

Lee

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NT - Jonah, that really brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing it..
Mar 5, 2004 5:47AM PST
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Re:Re:Thanks Jonah
Mar 5, 2004 6:53AM PST

I know your post here was to comfort Cindi, Jonah. However, after reading it and bringing back all the memory and tears from when I had to do this to my dog, "Old Sam"
The line "His Pain Ends as Yours Begin" helped me with a lot of guilt I felt over doing what had to be done and could not understand why after months of trying to save him, was only causing him more pain.

George

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Faithful till death, and beyond.
Mar 5, 2004 1:42PM PST
Greyfriars Bobby

http://www.tuckermanstraining.com/modules.php?name=TailWaggers&file=greyfriarsbobby

Pictures of the monument and gravestones


http://www.cityreference.com/scotland/edinburgh/greyfriars-around/
About the site.

When the farmer-constable died in 1858 Bobby followed the funeral and stood, whining softly, as the coffin was lowered into the grave. As the mourners turned away Bobby did not follow, but lay there with his eyes fixed mournfully on the grave. He remained there all night and the next day was discovered, wet and cold, by the sexton who drove him away. That night, when doing his rounds of the cemetery, he found the little shaggy dog had returned and although soaked to the skin and shivering was huddled against the same grave. The following morning one of the grave diggers recognised the dog as belonging to the farmer-constable who was buried there.

The story of the little dog was told in the bar of the local inn and patrons arranged shelter for the dog and provision of table scraps. The story captured the imagination of the public after being written up in an Edinburgh paper and people crowded to the churchyard to see Greyfriars Bobby.

Bobby learned to go to the Inn at noon every day to be fed a plate full of table scraps but would return to the churchyard to take up his vigil. Bobby was declared a stray and was about to be impounded when the Innkeeper guaranteed his yearly licence fee and accepted responsibility for the dog.

The Mayor of Edinburgh presented Bobby with an ornate collar which had been purchased from money donated by the public and many artists sketched or painted Bobby.


On the 14th January 1872, Bobby was found dead in his bed along side his master's grave. For nearly fourteen years he had kept his vigil and no-one knew how old he was when the farmer died. Edinburgh mourned Bobby, its greatest tourist attraction, and a memorial was erected in the churchyard in his memory.